The whistle blows, the ball rolls free,
Players dart across the grassy ground.
Nine-a-side, a smaller team to see,
Every pass and tackle tightly bound.
Players dart across the grassy ground,
Feet fly fast, the chase is on.
Every pass and tackle tightly bound,
A sprint, a dodge, the lead is gone.
Feet fly fast, the chase is on,
The ball arcs high beneath the sun.
A sprint, a dodge, the lead is gone,
The crowd cheers loud for every run.
The ball arcs high beneath the sun,
Nine-a-side, a smaller team to see.
The crowd cheers loud for every run,
The whistle blows, the ball rolls free.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about nine-a-side footy, a variation of Australian rules football.
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- In collections: Fitness and Play.
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